LOGINShe was indeed. When I arrived, I saw that there were no cars in the driveway. I looked at the windows and saw the curtains and blinds were all tightly closed. Stephanie didn't want to risk giving Mrs. Maxwell a show. I knocked on the front door and heard her nervously say, "Come in. It's open."I opened the door and stepped inside. "It's me, Steve," I called out. Then I grinned when I saw she was standing in the dining room. She was wearing a thick, fluffy bathrobe and had a towel wrapped around her hair. I glanced about for a moment and let out a big breath. "I guess she couldn't make it."She cocked her head, then had to scramble to catch the towel as it tried to cascade off of her head. "What do you mean?" she asked.I wasn't sure from what she was wearing if she had changed her mind and I just happened to catch her after a shower. I was giving her an "out" if she wanted it. "There weren't any cars in the driveway," I said. "I guess your friend couldn't make it, or maybe she just
Kevin's dad stood up and walked around behind his wife. He stared down at his son, and then suddenly pulled him up and gave him a big hug. Kevin looked astonished."Son, I am so proud of you," his dad said. His voice shook with emotion. "Here we were giving you a hard time, but you were just being a really good friend." He released Kevin and turned to me. "Thank you for being so open with us, Steve. I'm glad you were able to work everything out, and I'm glad we were able to help—even if we didn't know it. I'm glad we have this all cleared up."Kevin's mom was still looking at me with some suspicion in her eyes. She cleared her throat. "Dave, don't you think we should pay Steve something for cleaning up the house so nicely for us?""Oh, that's okay," I interjected, waving my hands in front of me. "Really, I'm just grateful—""Nonsense," she said. "You worked hard, and you should be paid for it." She turned slightly. "Kevin, would you get me my purse?"Kevin nodded and left, and his dad
Freshly showered and freshly fucked, I was in a great mood when I jogged down the stairs. I'd heard the doorbell, of course. I grinned when I saw Kevin standing in the dining room talking to my dad. He looked awesome with that deep tan; it really suited his complexion. I strode over and gave him a hand clasp and half-hug, clapping him on the back."Welcome back, Kevin," I said warmly. "Thanks again for letting me stay at your place. It really helped me get my head together. I owe you big time."He looked uncomfortable when he stepped back and looked at me. "About that..." he said, shaking his head. "Dude, you did too good a job of cleaning up while you were there."My dad coughed out a laugh when he heard that, but muttered, "Sorry," when he realized Kevin was serious.Kevin's face was grim as he continued shaking his head. "Mrs. Maxwell spilled the beans that you were actually staying there the whole week, and she said she saw you cleaning the house every day. She also said you only
I thought my mother said something snide about Leslie, and I blew up. Again, in retrospect I know my mother simply misspoke. She didn't mean to imply that Leslie wasn't good enough for me, but that was how I took it. When I snapped at her, Dad immediately stepped in to try to calm me down. I thought he was taking Mom's side, and I yelled at him too. My dad has a bit of a temper, so that didn't go over well.It escalated into a screaming match there in our living room, and my dad and I nearly came to blows. Even my older sister seemed to be against me, and that just made me lose it. I stormed out of the house, thinking that my family was a bunch of condescending assholes. Instead of going for a long walk and thinking clearly about everything, I just got more and more upset. Then my phone started ringing and I angrily turned off the ringer. I didn't want to talk to them at all.I spotted my dad's car before he saw me. I ducked into the bushes beside the nearest house and watched him dri
I never meant to fall for her.* * * * *I was best friends with Kevin since about the third grade. I always thought his mother was pretty, but I never would have imagined anything would happen between us. She was incredibly strict and prudish, and if you had told me I would fall in love with her I would have said you were crazy. I never saw her wearing anything that would give away the marvelous curves of her body. It wasn't until I was eighteen and started having sex that everything changed.I was a virgin until well after my eighteenth birthday. Oh, it wasn't like I had never dated or kissed a girl, but I hadn't gotten much further than that. In retrospect, I guess I had been operating under the assumption that women just weren't interested in sex the way guys were. The obvious clues that women were interested in me went unnoticed, because I simply wasn't looking for them.Before I go any further, I should explain that I had to repeat the seventh grade. I got really sick a few time
They enjoyed a nice, tasty dinner together. After they did the dishes, they cuddled on the couch and watched a spring baseball game. Cindy loved how her Daddy gave breathless commentary on the game while she sucked his dick. By the time the game was over, Cindy released the wet, throbbing cock from her mouth with a loud "pop!" It was completely hard and every vein stood out proudly. This cock was ready to fuck her again.Eric looked at his saliva-soaked erection and then at his daughter's lust-filled face as she got up from the couch. He groaned when the smell of her aroused pussy assaulted his nostrils. She took his hand and insistently pulled him to his feet."Come on, Daddy," she whispered, leaning up on tip-toe to kiss his lips. "It's time for you to fuck my ass again."As he followed her swaying hips back into his bedroom, he was far too turned on to think rationally. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the part of him that wanted to resist what was happening. That tiny part of
I guided my dick back into Heather's mouth, edged my knees forward a bit so I knew I'd have enough motion, and I rocked my hips, pushing my hard cock into her mouth, up against and past her uvula, and right down her throat in one smooth motion. I didn't stop until my balls were mashed against her n
"Dave was never one that needed to be asked twice, and he was on his knees behind me in a shot. He rubbed his drooling dick-head up and down my crack a couple times and then leaned in and pushed his stiff cock up my burning cunt. Holy fuck! Why had I not discovered bisexuality before!"Not to be le
Bobby reached down and rubbed his finger over Paula's dark little rosebud smearing the lube around. When he began to push his finger into the snug opening, though, Paula stopped him. "You don't need to loosen me up," she told him. "Just line up and poke that fat knob of yours into me! Stretch my ti
"Lick it, Jerry!" she told him. "Stick your tongue out and taste your girlfriend's pussy-juice on Bobby's knob!"As she expected, he was reluctant and he pulled back against her hand to get away from the dick-head in his face, but she was able to hold him in place. The fact that she could hold him







